On the morning of April 18th I headed off to my Brachy Eye Cancer plaque insertion surgery, at MD Anderson, with a postive attitude my creative muses (in "Flat Cat" form) and these words, from Your Best Life Begins Each Morning Daily Devotionals by Joel Osteen, in tow:
April 17th: Dare to be happy with who you are this morning and who God made you to be.
April 18th: God has given us all different gifts, talents, and personalities on purpose. Be an original. Dare to be different; be secure in who God made you to be and then go out and be the best that you can be. If you run that race and be the best that you can be, then you can feel good about yourself.
By 9pm that evening I looked like shit. :-D
The next morning I tried to take a pic on my cell phone, in my hospital bed, but it didn't come out right, so I settled for the one above, this morning on my camera, at home.
I was under total anesthesia for the 2 hr. surgery and spent the night in the hospital with a bandage over my eye. By the time they put me in my own room, with my own nurse for the night, and another during the day, as needed, I was awake, and reasonably able to wobble to the bathroom to pee in a jug.
For some reason this made everyone extremely happy and they were most excited with each jug produced through the night and the next morning.
I was able to eat a meal of soup, jello, and yogurt, and went to bed.
The next morning the bandage was removed and I was asked to hold an eye chart and read from it with that eye. The doc was pleased with the result and the fact I could also read the numbers on the nearby wall clock.
They were also pleased I wasn't feeling any real pain, just discomfort. They told me that what I may experience in the days before Tuesday removal surgery was normal and expected, but to be aware of this that might not be as well, and needed to be called in.
Various docs, specialists and social workers came by throughout the day for chats.
I ate a hearty breakfast and lunch and spent my time watching Fox News coverage of events in Boston on the TV in my room.
All the docs, nurses and other assorted visitors put up with my sense of humor real well, and several were cat people and very interested to know about me being a cat writer.
I could not be more pleased with my care from everyone involved.
I got a free taxi ride home, courtesy of the local branch of the American Cancer Society, then made a brief bus run to the nearby market for groceries, and will be holed up in my apartment until Tuesday afternoon.
I have 2 different eye drops that need to be taken 3 and 4 times a day, and plenty of tissue on hand to wipe any tears coming from my eyes through the day and night. I get what sleep I can, sitting up in bed, and get as much rest as I can.
I want to thank all my friends and fans for your support, encouragement and prayers, they all mean a lot to me.
One more surgery to go and I will know more about the results and where I go from here.
There will be a follow-up doc visit, or 2, before my trip to Blog Paws, next month and by the end of May even more will be known of my condition in the aftermath of the treatment.